"He gave up everything for you, and now all he gets is the word 'coward'?"
"He's not doing this for me, he's doing this for himself." The figure came closer, and I could still vaguely see the same face with a hint of stubbornness amidst its poignant beauty. "Whether it's the hatred for my family or the resentment for an old love, it's all about the ups and downs of his own fate. Since he harbors hatred, he will be driven by me. And now you are the same way."
She tried hard to suppress the desire to tear the other person to pieces, telling herself that everything was not over yet and she had to calm down. Then she picked up the sword, cut off half of the hem of her clothes and pierced the wound on her shoulder.
"Have you forgotten? Your younger brother is still in Tiancheng's hands. I heard that he has been sent to the Heavenly Prison. If you insist on going your own way, I'm afraid his fate will not be good either."
"Is this your trump card?" The woman lowered her head, her long hair half covering her face. She seemed about to cry, but when she spoke again, there was a hint of laughter in her voice. "My father was foolish and stubborn. He always had high hopes for him when he was alive, and named him Zhi, thinking that he could end the misfortune of the Bai family. But one should not be too greedy. He already had an intelligent and patient eldest daughter and eldest son who allowed him to manipulate and sacrifice, so he should not have expected his youngest son to be better than his brothers and sisters. That child is his retribution, retribution for his cruel treatment of his children."
Xiao Nanhui stared at the blurry figure for a long time before he slowly spoke.
"You are not Bai Yun. Even though she is cruel, she was once sincere to her adoptive father and valued the family's honor above all else. Who are you?"
"If I'm executed, the Bai family will never recover. Even if he lives, he'll be nothing more than the descendant of a traitor. Even the humblest beggar in Quecheng can step on him. The same goes for Xiao Zhun. What's the point of living like this? One of them is a descendant of an aristocratic family in the capital, and the other is the descendant of a loyal general. How can they live like that?" The woman took a few steps back, her voice a little vague in the mist. "I am Bai Yun, and Bai Yun is me. Do you think that just because I used her body, I'm expelling her? I don't even bother with that."
Xiao Nanhui approached the figure calmly.
"It's just selfishness. Why bother to put it in such a high-sounding way?"
The figure in the mist paused, then realized her intention and turned and ran away.
She hurried a few steps to catch up, but could only see a vague shadow swaying ahead. The woman's clear laughter lingered from the mist.
"It's a pity that I couldn't kill you at Jiaosong Palace. Now it seems that you are indeed a troublesome and difficult person to deal with."
She chased after him without saying a word, only to find herself in the center of a huge maze with no end in sight, and the person she was looking for was nowhere to be seen.
The ground beneath her feet rapidly receded, turning from flat to sloping, and she realized she was walking towards a deep, low pit. If just now she had pressed forward, and the other party had retreated without a fight, now it seemed as if she was inviting him into a trap.
Her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, the wound on her shoulder went from burning to numb, and an inexplicable premonition made her feel a little dizzy, until the slope under her feet ended and the familiar figure appeared in front of her.
He was still wearing the dark clothes he had worn when he left, sitting cross-legged with a calm expression, just like when Bijiang had crossed the Abyss of Seven Numbers and was meditating beside the cliff in the rift valley.
She hurriedly took a few steps to get over there, and Bai Yun's figure appeared behind her.
The woman in white clung to the torso of the man in black with great entanglement, like a white snake wrapped around a bodhi tree.
"You've been sitting like this for three days and three nights. Aren't you tired?"
Unable to suppress the anger and hatred in her heart any longer, she shouted viciously.
"Let him go!"
The other party seemed to have completely understood the sarcasm. Instead of retreating, he stuck closer to the man. A pair of slender hands slid from the man's face to his neck, and then from his neck to his chest.
But the torso under those hands remained motionless, which made the instigator very frustrated.
"Wu Shan passed on his life's learning to him and forced him to confine himself to the pagoda for several years of arduous cultivation. I think he knew we would have a duel in the future, so he wanted him to hold on to his last line." Bai Yun said, rolling his eyes, looking at the blood-stained woman standing with a sword. "It's a pity that the disciple he spent so much effort to cultivate still ended up in this mortal world. Although I tried everything, I couldn't shake him or make him willingly come out of this state of meditation. But you are different. Why don't you call him a few more times? Maybe he will answer you."
Bai Yun laughed again after saying this.
Xiao Nanhui remained silent. The more aggressive the other party became, the calmer she became.
"I've seen the power of divine blood. But precisely because of this, I have a few questions." She glanced around, confirming there were no servants lurking nearby. "Just now, at the third stone tablet, even Aunt Dai was able to repel hundreds of people from a hundred steps away. Why haven't you made a move since then? You even used a bow and arrow to kill my adoptive father. You're so conceited about your followers that you disdain to take action yourself, but since then, I haven't seen any of your minions flying around."
Bai Yun's laughter slowly stopped, and he finally raised his head to look at the disheveled woman, examining her without blinking.
"What do you want to say?"
"This fog is preventing you from using your divine power, and you don't want anyone else to get close to this place. Am I right?"
Before she finished speaking, a young voice suddenly sounded behind her.
"Miss Xiao, don't waste your time talking to her. Capture her quickly!"
While she was stunned, another figure rushed over from the left rear, and the long sword in his hand left a trail of afterimage in the mist.
"What are you standing there for?!"
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